The woman surveys the damage to the screen
In the window over the desk.
Her son’s bedroom is covered in posters of outer space
And crumbs from many varieties of potato chip.
The boy sits on the bed in his Superman suit
And asks to taste the cup of tea
The mother is sipping. She offers him the tea
But the boy, worried about being punished for the screen,
Spills it on his mother’s suit
And then drops the cup onto the desk
Giving it a significant chip.
He backs up to put space
Between himself and his angering mother, but she closes the space
And begins to clean out of the carpet the spilled tea
Before it dissolves a nearby potato chip.
The boy apologizes for the broken screen
And the damage to the mother’s suit,
And she asks him to wipe up the mess on the desk.
The boy runs for paper towels for the top, boven of the desk
Leaving the room covered with pictures of space,
Where the mother, in her soiled suit,
Wipes up spilled tea
Beneath the window with the broken screen
Silently crying over the cup with the chip.
The boy helps himself to a potato chip
Before returning with the paper towels for the desk.
He wishes he’d never broken the screen
door pretending to launch a rocket into space.
Then the mother wouldn’t have been in his room with her tea
And her expensive suit.
Behind the boy, the cape from his Superman suit
Flies as he hurries back to the room, chewing his potato chip
And carrying the roll of paper towels to wipe up spilled tea,
Which is now dripping from the desk
And falling through space.
The boy, before wiping down the desk, glances at the broken screen.
The boy wipes the thee off the desk
As the woman in the ruined suit cradles the cup with the chip
And the window over the bureau proudly displays it’s broken screen.
In the window over the desk.
Her son’s bedroom is covered in posters of outer space
And crumbs from many varieties of potato chip.
The boy sits on the bed in his Superman suit
And asks to taste the cup of tea
The mother is sipping. She offers him the tea
But the boy, worried about being punished for the screen,
Spills it on his mother’s suit
And then drops the cup onto the desk
Giving it a significant chip.
He backs up to put space
Between himself and his angering mother, but she closes the space
And begins to clean out of the carpet the spilled tea
Before it dissolves a nearby potato chip.
The boy apologizes for the broken screen
And the damage to the mother’s suit,
And she asks him to wipe up the mess on the desk.
The boy runs for paper towels for the top, boven of the desk
Leaving the room covered with pictures of space,
Where the mother, in her soiled suit,
Wipes up spilled tea
Beneath the window with the broken screen
Silently crying over the cup with the chip.
The boy helps himself to a potato chip
Before returning with the paper towels for the desk.
He wishes he’d never broken the screen
door pretending to launch a rocket into space.
Then the mother wouldn’t have been in his room with her tea
And her expensive suit.
Behind the boy, the cape from his Superman suit
Flies as he hurries back to the room, chewing his potato chip
And carrying the roll of paper towels to wipe up spilled tea,
Which is now dripping from the desk
And falling through space.
The boy, before wiping down the desk, glances at the broken screen.
The boy wipes the thee off the desk
As the woman in the ruined suit cradles the cup with the chip
And the window over the bureau proudly displays it’s broken screen.
He gives me sight,
Saves me from evil's bite,
Holds me when I cry,
Always door my side.
My last breath is taken and gegeven to him,
He saves me from the storm I'm in,
He saves me and calls me his,
Have him when I'm in a crisis.
Jesus is everything.
Everything to me,
Helping me see,
Stealing my heart,
Oh how I hate being apart.
Stand here and be moved door him,
To feel him in my veins,
To feel him inside of me.
My friend,
My helper,
The great shrink,
I am proud to be part of his link.
Blown away door his grace,
Blessed door his mercy,
Oh how he carries.
Holds every tear in his hand,
Wipes away our sorrows,
For a better tomorrow.
Here I phase
Here in my old age
Here I run with no place to go
Here I stand with no purpose
Here I am with no show,
No lights,no cameras,no grace
Here I am with this world having me in it's tight embrace.
But I won't give in.
For God Loved me so.
Here I am in this place,
Here I am just watching the world race.
Watching the world fall apart,
Here I am just waiting for a new start.
As this breaks my heart,
I know I will kom bij God's cart,his army,his people and I will live in heaven above.
Here I am asking you,
What will u do?
Here I am watching u phase,
Here I am watching u turn to old age.
With no place to go,
Here I am telling u don't want to low.
As we change and as we grow,
This world will face judgment,This I know.
Don't turn to old age,
Don't get lost in the world's maze.
Save u self.
Don't let yourself phase.......
Here in my old age
Here I run with no place to go
Here I stand with no purpose
Here I am with no show,
No lights,no cameras,no grace
Here I am with this world having me in it's tight embrace.
But I won't give in.
For God Loved me so.
Here I am in this place,
Here I am just watching the world race.
Watching the world fall apart,
Here I am just waiting for a new start.
As this breaks my heart,
I know I will kom bij God's cart,his army,his people and I will live in heaven above.
Here I am asking you,
What will u do?
Here I am watching u phase,
Here I am watching u turn to old age.
With no place to go,
Here I am telling u don't want to low.
As we change and as we grow,
This world will face judgment,This I know.
Don't turn to old age,
Don't get lost in the world's maze.
Save u self.
Don't let yourself phase.......
from:sponge bob
wirtten by:sponge bob
gitaar by:spongeb
preformed by:sponge bob&patrick& squidward
featuring:Patrick
also featuring :squidward *sorta*
drums:patrick
singer:spongebob
lets gather around the campfire and sing the campfire song our c-a-mp-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song. and if u think that we cant sing it faster then your wrong but itll help if u just sing along
Bom Bom Bom
*sing it fast!*
C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-am-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song and if u think that we cant sing it faster then u wrong but itll help if u just sing along.
*even faster*C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song Patrick!
"SoNG!C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E..
"squdiward1good!"
Itll help!itll help!if u just sing along!OH YEAH!
THE END
wirtten by:sponge bob
gitaar by:spongeb
preformed by:sponge bob&patrick& squidward
featuring:Patrick
also featuring :squidward *sorta*
drums:patrick
singer:spongebob
lets gather around the campfire and sing the campfire song our c-a-mp-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song. and if u think that we cant sing it faster then your wrong but itll help if u just sing along
Bom Bom Bom
*sing it fast!*
C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-am-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song and if u think that we cant sing it faster then u wrong but itll help if u just sing along.
*even faster*C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song,C-a-m-p-f-i-r-e-s-o-n-g song Patrick!
"SoNG!C-A-M-P-F-I-R-E..
"squdiward1good!"
Itll help!itll help!if u just sing along!OH YEAH!
THE END